"Nadine is taking quite a long time, isn't she?" Sister Tiffany said.
Laura Ferguson looked up. "Who?"
"Your daughter. Nadine."
"Sister, I don't have a daughter."
"But you said that ..." Sister Tiffany became confused. She could have sworn that Laura told her that her daughter was joining them, but she supposed she could have been wrong. Laura didn't seem like the type of woman to lie. Sister Tiffany must have just remembered wrong.
As Tiffany (now thinking of herself as Sister Tiffany) sat there, she grew older, becoming almost 30 years old. But her aging process wasn't done. She still had much more to age. But as it was, it was more believable that a 30-year old would be a nun than a teenager. That was, if anyone even noticed.
A moment later, an older man walked into the room.
"Oh," Laura said, standing up from the sofa. "I believe you know Jacob Foster," Laura said. "He's the pastor at our church."
The older man held out his hand and Sister Tiffany shook it. "Yes, we've met before," she said. Oddly, though, she had the feeling that this was the first time they had ever met. But that was ridiculous, wasn't it? Jacob Foster was one of the most well-known religious leaders in town. Of course she had met him. Why would she think otherwise?
